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•𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐈𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐀•

"Always remember you're someone's reason to smile," His eyes lit up at my words. "Because you're a fucking joke ." 

I jerked my book from his hand as he stared with a surprised look.

"What?" I snapped, glaring at him. He stood rooted to the spot like there was no other thing for him to do, then he stalked closer till there was barely space to move.

He chuckled. The fish-brain chuckled.

"And to think i'm a class higher than you." Nonso muttered leaning on the locker beside mine.

"Use it to buy a car in the market."

The hallway was big and vast, there were barely any students around as it was the weekend.  I trailed my eyes from his Nike dunks to his white sweatpants.

"Whatever you want from me, you won't get it." I slammed the locker once I was done arranging everything.

"You don't know what I want from you." He replied walking beside me as I took in a deep breath to refrain from screaming at him.

Composure, Kam. Composure.

"Hm, no I don't. But I've got a pretty good hunch, and I just pray for your sake its not what I think it is."

Then he stopped and placed his arms on my shoulder forcing me to stop in my tracks too.

I wonder how anyone can cope with this boy, I'm about to rip my hair out due to the number of times he keeps breaking my personal space.

No respect.

"Give me Treasure's number." He finally said it. 

My hunch had never failed me and this so called senior just proved it to me again.

I burst into laughter. "Im sorry, I can't help it."

He frowned. "Its not funny Precious. Its for something important."

I finally stopped laughing and turned to him fully staring at him. His hair was recently trimmed, the smell of shampoo wafted my nose.

"So, I'm curious. What gave you the mindset or the thought that of all people, me, Precious would give you her number?" He stayed silent. "Besides you don't need her number, I'm sure you see her at school every day, you can just stop her and tell her whatever."

"Its for something important, Precious."

"Something important like ruining her peace of mind?" His eyes widened at my words like he was shocked. I scoffed, anger suddenly seeping into me. "You know, she was just getting better, do you know what she told me? Or rather what I saw? Those insults those hurtful things you said, Jesus, Nonso!" I shouted slapping his chest.

He ran his hand through his hair. Evidence of his frustration.

"Look! I didnt mean it alright I didnt mean any of it! I- I was drunk I was in a terrible mood a-and she-"

"When you talk like that, people may get the wrong idea and think you guys were dating or something. Its not that deep, Nonso. Besides, drunk people say all what they are afraid to say when they are sober."  I snapped walking towards the private hall as I could still hear footsteps behind me.

As I was about to turn, my phone buzzed.

Message From Sammy
  Kam, are you alright? You're not in the hall yet.

"At least let me go into the elite event with you. We are supposed to come as partners but I don't have a plus one."

"No," I snapped. "I have a partner."

He scrunched his nose as if he couldn't believe it. This boy keeps getting annoying every minute I spend with him.

"Who?"

"Adebayo Samuel." I pushed the doors of the private hall open and he stepped in too.

"Samuel? Seriously? Oh wow."

"What would you know? You're in Ss3 anyway. And besides I'm sure they'll let you in you're the senior prefect anways."  Then I turned to him. "Next time, don't come near me, please avoid me, if you're so courageous you can talk to Treasure yourself ."

I walked away before I could hear his reply. Today was an elite event day, it was a sports day for only the elites. We would come together play sports, hangout and mingle.

I quickly stepped into the restroom, taking a good look at my sports wear again. It was a blue striped two piece outfit. The skirt wasn't so short paired with long socks and a short sleeved top.

"I would never understand why the most beautiful people still need validation from inanimate objects." I turned to see Samuel leaning at the restroom door staring at me through his gold rimmed glasses.

He wasn't blind nor had eye issues but he would wear glasses like he was tempting the eye defects to attack him.

"This is a ladies restroom, cole."

"There was no sign, I'm sure its an all inclusive restroom. And you didnt reply me." He raised his phone to my view.  I sighed remembering my early encounter.

"I- pest pest invasion. Don't ask for more explanation, lets go." I pulled him out of the restroom as we headed into the outer room where everyother elite was for the events.

Samuel and I were close. From our families to us in person, he was one of the elite boys that doesn't make me feel like ripping out my hair every second.

My eyes drifted to where Treasure stood. Her locks were up in a ponytail and she was in sport leggings and a long sleeve top standing almost close to... Zayaad?

Her eyes widened and I followed the direction of her eyes to see they were on Nonso. Sigh I secretly hoped he would not take my word and actually approach her.

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•𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎•

'You'll love your betrothed when you meet her, she's a wonderful girl very rare in these times'. My father said.

Surely he didnt  meet Treasure when she was in school. The girl literally makes the screws in my head go loose, always pushing my buttons.

We were partners today for the elite event and she stood beside me, for the first time with no complaints. Something was definitely off.

Her eyes drifted off and I traced them watching as they morphed into worry or rather sadness as they land on Nonso.

I heard a lot of rumors about them, but they are of course rumors.

"Lets start with archery first!" The moderator said as the lights shined brightly on the targets and the bows. "One team to one target!"

She walked forward and I followed suit, watching as her arms barely swayed as she walked.  She picked up the bow and arrow and drew it to the target.

I stared at her eyes, her mind wasn't completely here. She was distracted.

I stepped closer behind her, placing my hands on her hips and pushing her legs to a different stance with my legs. She gasped turning her head to mine.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Helping you so you don't make us lose terribly. I'm never on the losing team and I'm sure you aren't either." With that she kept quiet and face the target. I could hear whispers around us, of course they'd whisper.

"Shoot." Her finger released the bow and the arrow went flying straight into the middle of the target.

"Bullseye! Treasure and Zayaad win this round!"

I stared at her face and a small smile crept on her cheeks. Her eyes met mine and they immediately morphed into a frown.

"What?" She snapped.  "No thank you?"

"It was a group effort, you were just doing your part. Why should I say thank you?" she huffed as we moved onto the javelin part.

As the first time, I placed my hands on her positioning her hand making sure the javelin wasn't going to fly out and hit us when she ran.

And as I was about to let her go I felt a push, sending me staggering. It was the Akinola boy, demola was it? Yes that was his name.

Nonso also came closer and Treasure subconsciously stepped back as if trying to hide behind me.

What was wrong with her?

I turned to the guys, totally unbothered but you could tell they were pissed.

"We all know You and Treasure aren't good so why are you her partner and having contact with her?"  I scoffed, I didnt want to reveal the fact that we were betrothed yet but I had no choice.

"Why? Are you jealous?" I asked pushing their buttons as Demola glared at me angrily. "I remember you're not even supposed to be this close to her so what are you doing?"

"You bas-"

"Zayaad is my betrothed, if that makes this any better and we were not bonding, he was just helping me win and I don't really know why I have to explain this to any of you. Since when did my affairs become your priority?" Treasure snapped and everywhere went silent, she stepped forward still meters away from Nonso.

"You." She turned to Demola. "Why are you here? Do you want your girlfriend or bethrothed to burn my thighs next?"

"Shes not my girlfriend."

"Sure, tell that to her. It really is none of my business."She replied. "And you, do I really have to ask?" She stared at Nonso.

"I'm done here." She muttered, dropping the javelin and walking away. 

"Tre-" I grabbed him backwards, "Where do you think you're going? Didn't you hear your the lady or you don't speak sense? Turn." I glared releasing my grip on his arm before walking away too.

Of all girls, my father just had to pair me with the Craziest one of all. Maybe her beauty deceived him and her voice.

I walked out of the hall and towards the dormitory but the sight of a black G wagon parked.

"Young master Bello, Mr Bello wants to see you...now."